Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
I'll have these rappers back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl and hide your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, would be my insulin,
I'm out the insolent in an instant when
They bring the rhyme; I'll if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that fatty into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate rumours,
Your living proof that god has a of humour,
I'm butter made from the that came from the crop,
I'll move the mountain to scream my name from the top,
And proclaim I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I might my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there's no in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a around your neck,
Constricting your breathing snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these arseholes like G-Strings,
I searched the for opposition but I fear the
Only competition I was in a mirror.

Two - Pressure
When Pressure steps to the plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one critic asks me what I do, I'll slap them mate,
And them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with hand on their dick,
Honest, if ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so don't me,
I'm highly you're a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you give fractures,
actors keep it real? You're really wak it's fact,
You spit one-liners while I spit the chapters,
Perhaps time to retire the mic,
the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a tour,
Of coke, guns and when they're actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow their like epileptics,
Then respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So me, you still couldn't rhyme fresh,
I'm on a level of divineness, so call me your highness,
There's only three things are certain in life,
Death, and Hilltop Hood working the mic.